Tarot in a barrow
Telling secrets to the dead
Use gossip like it’s floss
It’s not enough to soothe the head

I’ll try to collide with your ebontide
Then buzzy beetles said
“It’s not enough to like it rough
Your kisses left unread”

“I’m here to see my sister,
I’m here to run away
It’s not about the things you do
And none of what you say”

But still, she rolls her eyes and I
Feel further from her truth
She wants to have her kids one day
She’s running out of youth

Can’t bother, but I can’t father, no
What’s the point of love if living lets it go
Make bridges with the best of them
Hope they don’t get the best of me
But we reap and we sow

Innocence is weary, but a token on the prairie
Waiting for the rain, but all the clouds are just imaginary
I wish I hid my silence as a bystander like ever all before
But from the floor I see it’s just another alibi of alibis I have in store